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two
poems involving Peggy the python
full
house
though we hide the moon
it is with us
wobbly down stairs to see
last star dazzle – a planet too
much warmer
despite dark between
the fire all night
takes up mind’s eye
back under covers
dust of that bone
go back to dreaming
the fire
hunting under tin
I hear
ecstasy
of bats, of mice
the python in our wall
laconic
moon
was earthly once till torn
it’s
of the same bone
all the bright lit
hours till dawn
creatures out
half waking
wonder
how to wear the day
time and the python
day reflects
we hunt into the wall
moon’s stuck there still
laze all couch
digesting sun
come out
as we say
at the top of the clock
our python
keeps its own time
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